Y/n drew in a deep breath. Her first steps were successful. She continued walking into school until she eventually got into her classroom. The first day flew by in a flurry of information and tests.

Y/n being the nervous social wreck she was didn't talk much unless asking or answering teachers questions. By the time the final bell had rung she realized she hadn't made any friends or recognized anyone. Defeated, she dragged her feet out of class, head hung low.

She shuffled her body to the front gates, waiting for her father. A group of 4 boys approached her.

"Hey, what are you doing?" A tall broad shouldered one asked. She cowered at the sight of his tall frame.

In her mind, these guys were a gang trying to rob her. All muscled, perfect for overpowering someone. She squeaked.

"Nothing!"

He made a scrunched face. "You... okay?"

She nodded vigorously. "U-huh!"

He smiled widely. "I'm Makoto, this is Rei, Haru, and Nagisa. We're friends. Just wanted to say hi."

She nodded, still a little uncomfortable.

"R-right... why are you talking to me, again? I can do literally nothing for you. Although I did get in here through recommendantion. So I guess I'm strong... you don't want to fight me do you!? I'm bad at fighting people who aren't bad! Actually scratch that. I'm bad at fighting when I'm not angry. And I'm not. Please don't fight me!" She started rambling.

The 4 stood there not quite sure what was happening.

"I'm sorry. I was rambling. Right, yes, why are you talking to me?" She asked, once she realized she was rambling.

"Dunno, just wanted too." Makoto said. "Well, got to go. Bye!" He said then scampered off.

Still frazzled from the random conversation, and done waiting for her father, y/n went on a walk toward the coast on the opposite side of town. She'd often discreetly clean up the trash dump. Though she hadn't really made a dent. When she arrived she was shocked to see a wide beach clear if trash.

"W-what!? Where'd it go!?" She exclaimed in shock.

Recovering from her shock, she shrugged it off and walked to the edge of the beach. She plopped her bag outside the reach of the water and kneeled down. She began playing with the water, making little sculptures before collapsing them to make another. She did this for a while. Lost in her own world, she didn't see, nor hear the fight that had broken out not to far from her.

She only noticed when she was crashed into, sending her careening to the ground. She let out a very unladylike grunt at the force that now had her laying in the sand. An ash blond, whom she assumed ran into her, was standing up, back to her, snarling at she was assuming someone.

In a bout of anger she stood up and shoved the ash blond.

"Excuse me! You literally just crashed into me! No, I'm sorry!?" She yelled cocking her hip to the side with her hand placed upon it.

The ash blond anger seemed to swivel to her as he swiveled his body toward her.

"What'd you just say!?" He yelled explosions popping out his fist.

She scowled back. "You heard me! Apologize for your actions!"

He snarled, "Absolutly, fucking, not!"

He took a threatening step forward. So did she. She drew water from the ocean and started forming a ball. A trajectory. Something she could hurl to the stupid, no mannered brat.

She cocked her arm back ready to launch, as did he, when a booming voice inturrupted the attacks, at least, hers.

"Enough!"

She swiveled her head to see her father marching down the hill in anger. She lowered her hand, already sensing her lecture. Although, the ash blond didn't back down. Still poised, and carrying out the attack, a distracted y/n didn't have much time to avoid. She got a direct hit, sending her flying backward, she'd never been very nimble anyway. Standing up, she went to attack the ash blond but her father was already beside her gripping her arm, hard, and dragging her away. She let out a huff of annoyance.

"You, i've got a thing or two to say when we get home." He said, voice dark and deep.

She wrenched her arm out of his grip, massaging the sore spot where his hand clutched her skin, "Why not now!?"

He brushed off her question pushing her toward the car before getting in and driving off, leaving a fuming y/n to brood in the passengers seat.

They arrived home and an angered Aizawa stomped all the way to the house. Once inside and things were put down he spun around to face her.

"What have I said about fighting!? It's against the law! Do you have any idea who you were getting into a fight with!?" He lectured her.

She growled, "No, and frankly I don't care! He's the one who bowled me over! And not apologizing! All I asked for was an apology and he was about to attack me!"

He sighed rubbing his temples. "You're not going to get an apology out of him. Go to your room. I need to rest."

She nodded, before trudging to her room. She shut her door and layed in bed.

The next day ran smoothly. No run in with the exuberant Makoto, school work was easy, and no stupid ash blonds could bowl her over. She continued on her day training to be a hero.

Aizawa shuffled into class, more disheveled than usual. His usual tired demeanor was untouched, but with an extra serving of agitation. One of which his class could sense. They steered clear of him as best they could not daring to ask what was the matter and not being to loud. Slowly the day creeped by and the students tenativly creeped with it. Careful to watch what they were saying or to avoid an expolsion, one of which Aizawa seemed close to having, someone decided that the learning experience was more important than an agitated teachers warning signals could break through. Iida stood up and stupidly asked the question no one dared ask the whole day.

They were sooo close to getting out of school unscathed.

"Sir, why are you agitated? This Is affecting out learning experience."

Collectively the class held its breath waiting for the ticking time bomb to explode. And boy, did it.

"I don't know... maybe it's the fact that someone provoked my stupidly cocky daughter into a fight! All because they wouldn't apologize!" He yelled before rubbing his temples and sitting down.

Iida, not satisfied with his answer, continued to push, "But why let this affect the class room? This has nothing to do with us."

Aizawa squinted his eyes and glared at the ash blond. "Oh it has everything to do with you guys! I'm looking at you Bakugo!"

Bakugo jumped up in his seat. "That shit stick wad your daughter!?"

"She ain't a shit stick! And sit down!" He retorted.

Bakugo begrudgingly sat down. The class was eerily silent. The hanging question everyone had, was still suspended, till someone couldn't hold it in anymore.

"You have a daughter?" Kaminari asked.

"Yes, I do." Aizawa answered slowly calming himself.

Another suspended question.

"Does she go here?" Mina asked.

He shook his head. "No, she dosent."

A hushed whisper filled the classroom.

'You'd expect a pro hero's kid to be in a pro hero school'

"She is. She goes to Iwatobi School for water based hero's." Aizawa said, sounding bored. Although he was more peeved than bored.

"Yes sir. Sorry sir." Momo muttered.

The day was filled with very awkward encounters when it included the students and Aizawa. As the day cane to a close, Aizawa was more intrigued to go home tan usual. The final bell rang, and everyone left, excluding Aizawa whom had to stay for a meeting.

Y/n pulled at her hair waiting for the UA bell to dismiss the school. Hearing a patter of footsteps, she knew the school day was over. She kept her head hung, thinking about the circumstances of yesterday.

Someone stopped in front of her.

A gruff voice spoke.

"You. Follow me. I wanna talk."

》》》End of chapter 《《《

That was a fun chapter. Aizawa loves his daughter, yee yee. Anyways hope yall liked it.

-Meimoo-